Avengers Imagines

Stucky

Steve... He is a complicated man to describe... He's a gentleman, old fashioned, treats women with respect, handsome, caring, responsible, trustworthy... Yada yada ya...

I could go on for hours trying to describe him, what's he means to me. I dont even think I could chose one word to summarize him... Maybe... Complicated. It fits him, he doesn't understand the modern world and gets confused very easily. Its quite funny to watch his frustrated self as he tries to work out something on his own denying any help.

He's quite a stubborn man...

It hurts me the most when he desperately misses Peggy and when he goes to visit her... And her deteriorated health he beats himself up that he was never there to love her like he always wanted to... And still does.

Bringing Bucky into the mix after Ultron tried to wipe out humanity in his already damaged state wasn't the wisest idea... But Steve needed a friend... Ok I was slightly annoyed when that was announced because I had been tied invisibly to Steve's hip for quite some time... But he was right Bucky and Steve were both in need of each other.

All we needed was to wipe out hydra from Bucky's mind.

- - - -

It was several months before Bucky cracked and started to talk... I was surprisingly happy when he broke with me first.

 Tony still needs to crack him and with Thor and Bruce not around anymore it doesn't feel like our team is connected like it used to be. Natasha is miserable, broken and disorientated. Clint is taking care of Nathaniel his new born baby named after Pietro Maximoff.

But Bucky is really the only person I can really talk to, to express my feelings and to feel like I belong somewhere.

Cracks are breaking out and some are unfixable. Steve and Tony are at each others necks all the time. It's not unusual but it has become increasingly more frequent.

- - - -

A bunch of flowers were left on my bed followed by a note.

'Dearest _____, over the past few months I have noticed just how much my avoidance over you has affected you, the team is splitting apart and maybe this has became an eye opener to feeling I never thought I would regain. Steve.'

Does he like me?

Do I even like him back?

Maybe he is jealous and is taking me away from Bucky as we have become rather close?

To be honest... I am really confused...

"So Steve sent me flowers..." I told Bucky.

"Flowers?!" He asked, shock, anger and jealousy tinting his voice.

"I think its because everyone has been avoiding everyone bu-" I started.

A knock came at Bucky's door stopping me.

"_____? Can I have a moment?" Steve asked, motioning me outside.

I nodded and took a glance at Bucky. But Bucky turned his gaze away.

As I stood outside I leaned against the wall and Steve blushed.

"Steve are you ok?" I asked.

"I dont want this to ruin our friendship..." He started.

"What?" I asked.

His lips gently connected with mine. It was beautiful and careful as if I was made of glass and he was scared to break me.

I pulled back.

"I'm sorry Steve." I started.

"Your right." He sighed.

"This hasn't ruined our friendship." I said, strongly.

"Good." He smiled, broadly.

"Excuse me..." I muttered, pecking his cheek and entering Bucky's room which was a complete mess.

"Bucky!" I shouted.

"Do love him?" He snarled, sitting on the edge of his matress.

"Who?" I asked.

"Steve." He growled.

"No. I love somebody else." I said, walking up to him.

"Who?" He asked.

I knelt down in front of him and raised his head.

"You." I smirked before colliding my lips with his...

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